Workin’ Dawg

Three-legged amputee spokesdog Wyatt Ray prepares for Blog Paws 2014 by training at the New Braunfels Farmer’s Market.

Dang, there’s been  no chillin’ and relaxin lately, I got lots of work to do to get ready for another #BlogPaws pawty!

Every week we go to the market, and I have to try to be nice and not try to regulate everyone. It’s hard, but I do my best. See these pix? They were taken on my new collar camera that I won from the #RecipeForMoments campaign. Pretty kewl dontcha think?

Here I come peoples

Mmmm. What’s that?

What? You say you have a German Shepherd who needs training?
I’m your dawg!

I’m pooped. Can we go home now?

I think I’m doing good. Four farmers markets later, I’ll be ready for Blog Paws, just wait!

Hey Homer, Eat My Shorts

Tripawd German Shepherd Wyatt gets into trouble when he eats his Dad’s shorts.

I heard Bart Simpson say that to Homer once. Mom says that me and my pops are a lot like Bart and Homer.

So the other day when my peeps left me all alone while they went out with their friends, I had some fun with my Dad’s shorts.

Heee heeee! Maybe I could start a new trend: Daisy Dukes for Dawgs!

Take that Homer, it’s YOUR turn. Eat My Shorts!

Road Dawg Merit Badge. Check.

Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray looks back on his winter RV traveling lifestyle.

When is a dog a Road Dawg? When he gets hauled all over the place for months and months. Like me.

What a winter it’s been. From Virginia to Texas. Then the prickly Arizona desert with mean thorns that stab your paws and make you stop in your tracks.

To the windy and hot sands of Southern California deserts.

There was a time when so much moving around would make my head spin and I’d go bonkers. I like things in order you know? I don’t know why my people like to move their doghouse around so much. They say it keeps things interesting. Humans are so weird. Life is about Order, isn’t it?

I don’t know why we live like we do and I probably never will. But now that I’ve been on the road for 3.5 years, I get that it doesn’t matter where my doghouse is, as long as my pack is safe and secure. No matter where I am, I do my job and I do it well. I don’t let things freak me out like I used to, because after all, that gets in the way of my responsibilities  Now I understand that if I stay in order, everything else does too.

And that’s why Momma sez I’ve earned my Road Dawg Merit Badge. Wooohoo!

Hey Doppelganger, I Know What You’re Up To

Three legged German Shepherds wrassle in Oaktown California during a dog pawty extravaganza.

Yo Mister Austin Ray Dawg. Who you think you are trying to convince my people that you are cooler than I am?

Don’t you be acting all sweet and lovey just cause you’re a Tripawd who needs a new crib. You ain’t foolin me mister, I know you’re just as rowldy as I am when nopawdy’s looking!

Stay tuned for more of my dog pile adventures with the Oaktown Pack!